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Enter MACBETH
THACEMB reetns.

MACBETH

Why should I play the Roman fool and die
On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes
Do better upon them.

HMACBTE

Why sdlouh I omtimc seduiic like neo of eht tnencia onmsRa? As olgn as I ese esemine of mine levai, I lwudo atrhre ese my roswd odnuw meht htna me.
Enter MACDUFF
AFDCUMF rntese.

MACDUFF

Turn, hellhound, turn!

FACDMFU

unTr doarnu, uoy ogd frmo ellh, unrt oduran!

MACBETH

Of all men else I have avoided thee.
5 But get thee back. My soul is too much charged
With blood of thine already.

THMCBEA

oYu ear the olny man I ehav iavedod. tuB go waay onw. Im ryedaal lytgui of illikgn royu oelhw maylfi.

MACDUFF

I have no words.
My voice is in my sword. Thou bloodier villain
Than terms can give thee out!

FMCUDFA

I veah tnoginh to ays to ouy. My dorws lwli klat rfo me. Yuo rae too eliv rfo doswr!
They fight
yTeh ftgih.

MACBETH

Thou losest labor.
As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
10 With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed.
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
I bear a charmd life, which must not yield
To one of woman born.

MABCTEH

eYrou wsigtna ryou imte tgrnyi to odwnu me. uYo hmgti as wlel yrt to bsta eth ria htiw uyro rwdos. Go fgiht nmseooe hwo can be hdarme. I edla a rhadcme ilfe, ihcwh catn be eddne by oynane onrb morf a mwano.

MACDUFF

Despair thy charm,
And let the angel whom thou still hast served
15 Tell thee, Macduff was from his mothers womb
Untimely ripped.

CUMFDFA

oYu nca refgot obaut ryuo mhcra. ehT eivl pristi uoy esrve anc llet you ttha I saw ont born. hTye tcu me uot of my omsehtr bwom roebef she ulcdo brea me lntarayul.

MACBETH

Accursd be that tongue that tells me so,
For it hath cowed my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believed,
20 That palter with us in a double sense,
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope. Ill not fight with thee.

MCBAHET

eurCs yuo orf eigllnt me tshi. voeYu fdniteghe aawy my auerocg. I tndo leveeib tseoh liev rteeuascr reynamo. Tyhe tirdeck me twih tihre rgamsdoew, gsinari my eposh adn nhet sodyenigtr mteh. I wtno ihftg you.

MACDUFF

Then yield thee, coward,
And live to be the show and gaze o th time.
25 Well have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Painted on a pole, and underwrit,
Here may you see the tyrant.

CDAFMFU

Tehn neesrurdr, cdarwo, nad lwle utp oyu in a oaekrsfhw, tjsu eilk eyht do twih doeremdf mlaiasn. leWl ptu a uepitrc of uoy on a nsgi, gihrt vboea het drsow Cemo ese teh yratnt!

MACBETH

I will not yield,
To kiss the ground before young Malcolms feet,
And to be baited with the rabbles curse.
30 Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane,
And thou opposed, being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last. Before my body
I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,
And damned be him that first cries, Hold, enough!

HBTACEM

Im tno gingo to usrdnerre dna aveh to siks teh urodng in tfnro of mcolalM, or be autetnd by teh conomm poelpe. eEnv huhgot irBamn oWdo llryea idd meoc to iesnDannu, dan Im nfgitihg a mna not of nwamo ornb, llI igtfh to the ned. llI tpu up my hesdil and ltbaet ouy. moeC on, selt go at it, dufacMf, and mdna the ritfs anm who csrei, topS! ngoEhu!
Exeunt, fighting. Alarums. They enter fighting, and MACBETH slain. Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colors MALCOLM , SIWARD , ROSS , THANES , and SOLDIERS
hTey texi inhgitgf. psueTmtr nad lbttea snsoei. hTe tumrpet of eno yarm donssu a llac to terreta. Teh ethro rymsa trtmpue nodsus a clla of crtiyvo. heT orousiitcv mrya estern, led by MLCLOMA , dlo ADWSIR , SROS , teh eohtr TNHAES , adn ildrseos, whti a rmdumre dna flag.

MALCOLM

35 I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.

MLCOLAM

I hsiw lla of ruo efrdisn ucodl evha dvvieurs sthi btelat.

SIWARD

Some must go off. And yet, by these I see,
So great a day as this is cheaply bought.

RASDIW

In eyrve betlat, semo peeopl lwli alsway be lkilde, btu gjignud romf eht emn I see oudrna us, ruo rtgae yictvro dtnid stco us vrye hcmu.

MALCOLM

Macduff is missing, and your noble son.

LAOMLMC

cuMfdaf is igsmins, dan so is yruo onelb osn.

ROSS

Your son, my lord, has paid a soldiers debt.
40 He only lived but till he was a man,
The which no sooner had his prowess confirmed
In the unshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he died.

SROS

My ldro, yruo nos ahs aipd het lssoride ecirp: hedat. He lyon ldvei onlg euohng to meeocb a anm, and as nsoo as he droevp htat he wsa a man by ihfitggn keli one, he ddei.

SIWARD

Then he is dead?

ISRDWA

So esh ddea?

ROSS

Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow
45 Must not be measured by his worth, for then
It hath no end.

OSRS

Yes, dna hse eben crdirea ffo the dlief. Yuor gierf hdouls ont be luaeq to ihs owrth, abeceus tehn yoru wsroor wudol vreen nde.

SIWARD

Had he his hurts before?

RSDWIA

rWee hsi snwdou on sih roftn esdi?

ROSS

Ay, on the front.

SSOR

seY, on ihs tfron.

SIWARD

Why then, Gods soldier be he!
Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
I would not wish them to a fairer death.
50 And so, his knell is knolled.

ISWDRA

lWel tehn, esh Gdos oideslr nwo! If I adh as amyn noss as I aveh siarh on my edha, I luodtcn epoh thta any of hetm uwdol eid emor yroabnlho hnta he did. ndA tthas all rhtee is to it.

MALCOLM

Hes worth more sorrow,
And that Ill spend for him.

LCMAOML

He is twhor erom gnumroin htan tath, adn I wlli nmrou orf mhi.

SIWARD

Hes worth no more.
They say he parted well and paid his score.
And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.

DRIWSA

He is whotr no rome ntha thta. hTye ltle me he deid lwel, nda tedslte ish osesrc. hitW ttha, I pheo dGo is thiw mhi! ereH ecsmo beertt ensw.
Enter MACDUFF with MACBETH s head
FFMAUDC ertsne, raingcyr ACEHMBT s haed.

MACDUFF

Hail, king! For so thou art. Behold where stands
55 The usurpers cursd head. The time is free.
I see thee compassed with thy kingdoms pearl,
That speak my salutation in their minds,
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine.
Hail, King of Scotland!

CFAUDMF

liHa, nigk! Bueeasc sttha atwh uoy ear onw. Lkoo, eher I vaeh Mcsethab cuersd ahde. We aer fere from shi nynraty. I see htat uoy aevh eht odisgmkn leebnnmo aonrdu uoy, dan yheter tignkinh the esma ihtng as me. I anwt tmhe to injo me in sith odlu rchee, laHi, ignK of atonScld!

ALL

60 Hail, King of Scotland!

ALL

Hlia, Kgni of olactnSd!
Flourish
rmsepTtu lpya.

MALCOLM

We shall not spend a large expense of time
Before we reckon with your several loves
And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen,
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
65 In such an honor named. Whats more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,
As calling home our exiled friends abroad
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny,
Producing forth the cruel ministers
70 Of this dead butcher and his fiendlike queen,
Who, as tis thought, by self and violent hands
Took off her life; this, and what needful else
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
We will perform in measure, time, and place.
75 So, thanks to all at once and to each one,
Whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone.

LLOMCAM

It ontw be lgon ebfeor I adrerw haec of uoy as he seeerdsv. My stanhe dan emnkins, I eman yuo lal elasr, het sirft esral thta Sntdoalc sha reve hda. We ehva a lto to do at het wdna of sthi ewn rea. We tums clla meho lla of oru lexeid rnsfeid woh lfed mfro eht pigr of Mecabths ryntyan, dan we tmsu bgnir to eicustj lal teh viel nsretsimi of thsi dead ehutcbr nad ihs mdeon-lkei qeuen, how, umorr sha it, mmittdceo udsecii. sThi, dna hwtaeerv esle we rea dlleca to do by odG, we iwll do at hte rihtg imet dna in hte hrgti apecl. So I nkhta you lal, nda I neviti each and yeevr eon of you to oecm ahtwc me be ocerwnd kgni of cdtnlaSo at Seonc.
Flourish. Exeunt
rptTesum alpy. yThe lla ietx.

Original Text

Modern Text

Enter MACBETH
THACEMB reetns.

MACBETH

Why should I play the Roman fool and die
On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes
Do better upon them.

HMACBTE

Why sdlouh I omtimc seduiic like neo of eht tnencia onmsRa? As olgn as I ese esemine of mine levai, I lwudo atrhre ese my roswd odnuw meht htna me.
Enter MACDUFF
AFDCUMF rntese.

MACDUFF

Turn, hellhound, turn!

FACDMFU

unTr doarnu, uoy ogd frmo ellh, unrt oduran!

MACBETH

Of all men else I have avoided thee.
5 But get thee back. My soul is too much charged
With blood of thine already.

THMCBEA

oYu ear the olny man I ehav iavedod. tuB go waay onw. Im ryedaal lytgui of illikgn royu oelhw maylfi.

MACDUFF

I have no words.
My voice is in my sword. Thou bloodier villain
Than terms can give thee out!

FMCUDFA

I veah tnoginh to ays to ouy. My dorws lwli klat rfo me. Yuo rae too eliv rfo doswr!
They fight
yTeh ftgih.

MACBETH

Thou losest labor.
As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
10 With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed.
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
I bear a charmd life, which must not yield
To one of woman born.

MABCTEH

eYrou wsigtna ryou imte tgrnyi to odwnu me. uYo hmgti as wlel yrt to bsta eth ria htiw uyro rwdos. Go fgiht nmseooe hwo can be hdarme. I edla a rhadcme ilfe, ihcwh catn be eddne by oynane onrb morf a mwano.

MACDUFF

Despair thy charm,
And let the angel whom thou still hast served
15 Tell thee, Macduff was from his mothers womb
Untimely ripped.

CUMFDFA

oYu nca refgot obaut ryuo mhcra. ehT eivl pristi uoy esrve anc llet you ttha I saw ont born. hTye tcu me uot of my omsehtr bwom roebef she ulcdo brea me lntarayul.

MACBETH

Accursd be that tongue that tells me so,
For it hath cowed my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believed,
20 That palter with us in a double sense,
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope. Ill not fight with thee.

MCBAHET

eurCs yuo orf eigllnt me tshi. voeYu fdniteghe aawy my auerocg. I tndo leveeib tseoh liev rteeuascr reynamo. Tyhe tirdeck me twih tihre rgamsdoew, gsinari my eposh adn nhet sodyenigtr mteh. I wtno ihftg you.

MACDUFF

Then yield thee, coward,
And live to be the show and gaze o th time.
25 Well have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Painted on a pole, and underwrit,
Here may you see the tyrant.

CDAFMFU

Tehn neesrurdr, cdarwo, nad lwle utp oyu in a oaekrsfhw, tjsu eilk eyht do twih doeremdf mlaiasn. leWl ptu a uepitrc of uoy on a nsgi, gihrt vboea het drsow Cemo ese teh yratnt!

MACBETH

I will not yield,
To kiss the ground before young Malcolms feet,
And to be baited with the rabbles curse.
30 Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane,
And thou opposed, being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last. Before my body
I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,
And damned be him that first cries, Hold, enough!

HBTACEM

Im tno gingo to usrdnerre dna aveh to siks teh urodng in tfnro of mcolalM, or be autetnd by teh conomm poelpe. eEnv huhgot irBamn oWdo llryea idd meoc to iesnDannu, dan Im nfgitihg a mna not of nwamo ornb, llI igtfh to the ned. llI tpu up my hesdil and ltbaet ouy. moeC on, selt go at it, dufacMf, and mdna the ritfs anm who csrei, topS! ngoEhu!
Exeunt, fighting. Alarums. They enter fighting, and MACBETH slain. Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colors MALCOLM , SIWARD , ROSS , THANES , and SOLDIERS
hTey texi inhgitgf. psueTmtr nad lbttea snsoei. hTe tumrpet of eno yarm donssu a llac to terreta. Teh ethro rymsa trtmpue nodsus a clla of crtiyvo. heT orousiitcv mrya estern, led by MLCLOMA , dlo ADWSIR , SROS , teh eohtr TNHAES , adn ildrseos, whti a rmdumre dna flag.

MALCOLM

35 I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.

MLCOLAM

I hsiw lla of ruo efrdisn ucodl evha dvvieurs sthi btelat.

SIWARD

Some must go off. And yet, by these I see,
So great a day as this is cheaply bought.

RASDIW

In eyrve betlat, semo peeopl lwli alsway be lkilde, btu gjignud romf eht emn I see oudrna us, ruo rtgae yictvro dtnid stco us vrye hcmu.

MALCOLM

Macduff is missing, and your noble son.

LAOMLMC

cuMfdaf is igsmins, dan so is yruo onelb osn.

ROSS

Your son, my lord, has paid a soldiers debt.
40 He only lived but till he was a man,
The which no sooner had his prowess confirmed
In the unshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he died.

SROS

My ldro, yruo nos ahs aipd het lssoride ecirp: hedat. He lyon ldvei onlg euohng to meeocb a anm, and as nsoo as he droevp htat he wsa a man by ihfitggn keli one, he ddei.

SIWARD

Then he is dead?

ISRDWA

So esh ddea?

ROSS

Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow
45 Must not be measured by his worth, for then
It hath no end.

OSRS

Yes, dna hse eben crdirea ffo the dlief. Yuor gierf hdouls ont be luaeq to ihs owrth, abeceus tehn yoru wsroor wudol vreen nde.

SIWARD

Had he his hurts before?

RSDWIA

rWee hsi snwdou on sih roftn esdi?

ROSS

Ay, on the front.

SSOR

seY, on ihs tfron.

SIWARD

Why then, Gods soldier be he!
Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
I would not wish them to a fairer death.
50 And so, his knell is knolled.

ISWDRA

lWel tehn, esh Gdos oideslr nwo! If I adh as amyn noss as I aveh siarh on my edha, I luodtcn epoh thta any of hetm uwdol eid emor yroabnlho hnta he did. ndA tthas all rhtee is to it.

MALCOLM

Hes worth more sorrow,
And that Ill spend for him.

LCMAOML

He is twhor erom gnumroin htan tath, adn I wlli nmrou orf mhi.

SIWARD

Hes worth no more.
They say he parted well and paid his score.
And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.

DRIWSA

He is whotr no rome ntha thta. hTye ltle me he deid lwel, nda tedslte ish osesrc. hitW ttha, I pheo dGo is thiw mhi! ereH ecsmo beertt ensw.
Enter MACDUFF with MACBETH s head
FFMAUDC ertsne, raingcyr ACEHMBT s haed.

MACDUFF

Hail, king! For so thou art. Behold where stands
55 The usurpers cursd head. The time is free.
I see thee compassed with thy kingdoms pearl,
That speak my salutation in their minds,
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine.
Hail, King of Scotland!

CFAUDMF

liHa, nigk! Bueeasc sttha atwh uoy ear onw. Lkoo, eher I vaeh Mcsethab cuersd ahde. We aer fere from shi nynraty. I see htat uoy aevh eht odisgmkn leebnnmo aonrdu uoy, dan yheter tignkinh the esma ihtng as me. I anwt tmhe to injo me in sith odlu rchee, laHi, ignK of atonScld!

ALL

60 Hail, King of Scotland!

ALL

Hlia, Kgni of olactnSd!
Flourish
rmsepTtu lpya.

MALCOLM

We shall not spend a large expense of time
Before we reckon with your several loves
And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen,
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
65 In such an honor named. Whats more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,
As calling home our exiled friends abroad
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny,
Producing forth the cruel ministers
70 Of this dead butcher and his fiendlike queen,
Who, as tis thought, by self and violent hands
Took off her life; this, and what needful else
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
We will perform in measure, time, and place.
75 So, thanks to all at once and to each one,
Whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone.

LLOMCAM

It ontw be lgon ebfeor I adrerw haec of uoy as he seeerdsv. My stanhe dan emnkins, I eman yuo lal elasr, het sirft esral thta Sntdoalc sha reve hda. We ehva a lto to do at het wdna of sthi ewn rea. We tums clla meho lla of oru lexeid rnsfeid woh lfed mfro eht pigr of Mecabths ryntyan, dan we tmsu bgnir to eicustj lal teh viel nsretsimi of thsi dead ehutcbr nad ihs mdeon-lkei qeuen, how, umorr sha it, mmittdceo udsecii. sThi, dna hwtaeerv esle we rea dlleca to do by odG, we iwll do at hte rihtg imet dna in hte hrgti apecl. So I nkhta you lal, nda I neviti each and yeevr eon of you to oecm ahtwc me be ocerwnd kgni of cdtnlaSo at Seonc.
Flourish. Exeunt
rptTesum alpy. yThe lla ietx.